Coming soon to Brooklyn – Type-Ins.
Posted: March 31, 2011 Filed under: Main 97 Comments »
Don’t be surprised if you see masses of emaciated, effortlessly cool, un-showered, scarf & wool hat wearing, fly-over-state hipsters having ‘type-in’s’ in McCarren Park, Brooklyn this summer. Over the past few year I’ve heard about them latching on to typewriters – yet another idea from previous decades and destroying it for humanity. I guess now it’s official. Of course this was advertised via the New Yup Times yesterday so all people can see how ahead of the curve these ‘ culturally-aware’ hipsters are. So that we can understand how the city’s vibrant young adults are helping to put Brooklyn on the map.
“I’m in love with all of them,” said Louis Smith, 28, a lanky drummer from Williamsburg. Five minutes later, he had bought a dark blue 1968 Smith Corona Galaxie II for $150. “It’s about permanence, not being able to hit delete,” he explained. “You have to have some conviction in your thoughts. And that’s my whole philosophy of typewriters.”
Sure Louis, sure. You lying sack of shit. I’m happy to see your dive bar drumming gigs and typewriter enthusiasm is keeping you afloat in your $2,000 a month Fakelyn apartment.
I mean, liking old typewriters is not a crime. However, when people are interviewed for it. When articles are written about it. When shameless, attention staved, wanna-be urbanites gather in cafe’s and parks for big “look at me” parties and flaunt it - then we have a problem. At least I do.
Link – New York Times: Brooklyn? Hipsters? Typewriters? We’re on it.
That photo makes me wanna commit a homicide.
What next? Smoke signals using Free Spirit tobacco? Cuneiform? Tongue clicking of the Xhosa tribe?
Hey how about semifore? They could all gather in Crackhead park and have a “happening”. They could call it ‘fore play.
Don’t give them any ideas.
The latest!
Wireless devices are so over!
http://www.makershed.com/ProductDetails.asp?ProductCode=MKGK4
Or this. It uses a plastic cup. It’s sustainable!
How long before these ultra-maroons start writing on stone tablets? I’m sure the trust funds will cover the postage?
Hey maybe Cave-painting! They can build forts out of cardboard and use finger paint on the inside!
FROM A FRIEND:
I’m sorry, but anyone who thinks a typewriter helps them “think” better is a weak thinker right off the bat and we can neglect his “thinking” on typewriters, too. The poor attention span of the young and the need for constant entertainment is the real problem here. Word processing on a computer actually makes it easier to write because it allows a flow of thoughts without having to worry about typing it perfect the first time. Making the editing so easy is an improvement and anyone thinking it hurts their “creative process” is not very creative to begin with.
Agree wholeheartedly. I always carry around pencil and paper to hash out my writing before I get anywhere near a keyboard.
And I got my 1st typewriter when I was 9.
As with anything, these hipsters are doing it for the attention.
My ancient typewriter helps me think better when 200 foot trees crash down in storms on our power and broadband lines and I’ve got a deadline. Otherwise I’m scratching with a pen clasped in my work-demolished arthritic hand. Then even I can’t read it later.
Word processing does in fact make it easier…but for some of us, we kept our old technology because with so much money going to supporting the welfare class of Hipsters, our infrastructure is going to shit, and hiring cheaper and cheaper workers means it’s never fixed right. Plus since more and more money has to go to Wall St. and the banks to prop up the Trustafarians’ wealth, less and less money is going to local economies.
So don’t diss my granddaddy’s Remington Streamliner, which he found worked just great for doing paperwork at the shipyards whose products won WWII in the PTO. It works great for me and my bidness too, when needed.
Having said that, it’s not a fetish object. Just a tool. Like my bucksaw is when my chainsaw is broken.
The best thing about a typewriter is that it is sustainable. Should be any day now that we read about some Meghan sailing across the Gowanus while typing her blog “Ye olde style Brooklyn blog for pasty, bad tattoo wearing 41 year old infant girls who are shaped like a pear”
“Louis Smith, 28, lanky drummer from Williamsburg” – wow must be awesome to live life as a tired fucking cliche.
And he is ‘from’ Williamsburg via suburban Ohio. Do these fair trade fauxhemians really think they are fooling anyone? They just moved their suburb a little bit east. Williamsburg at this point is basically a conglomeration of the weakest nasally high school bully victims from all across the midwest suburban landscape. It’s like the bizarro all-star game.
This is nothing that a little C-4 at the next type-in can’t fix.
Alluding to bombing anyone is not cool. You typed in your response so what’s the problem if these disaffected youth actually want a visceral impetus to their crappy digital lives that they do not even know how to deal with?
They aren’t all young, they don’t act young, their “disaffected” act is a joke, they’ll never do anything “visceral”, and you’re being a cry baby.
They certainly don’t know how to deal with life, though. So you were at least right about something.
Off topic but anyone hear about that new snake twitter that is making the news? What are the chances a thick rimmed beardo is behind it? Anytime I think Twitter and taking advantage of a craze there usually is a hipster behind it.
http://www.brady-kowalski.com/
$175 – $375 for a typewriter.
And I just went on ebay and found a bunch for well under $100.
Give me a fucking break.
You can get a pretty decent PC for $375 these days…
i got one fully functional with some extra ink ribbons at a flea market for $20 dollars in queens.
Goodwill in the small farming towns, or rural auctions.
Did you go to the Brady Kowalski web site?
Wouldn’t you just love to hear some emaciated Louse Motel clacking away next to a pristine lake where you went for peace and quiet?
Actually, the worst part about this (and the whole “do it yourself” B.S.) is that they call it a “movement”. A movement toward what? Weening themselves off of machine reliance? What a bunch of crap. Don’t get me wrong, it’s nice to unplug and connect with people. The problem is, these kids do it at their leisure.
“Don’t get me wrong,” Mr. Cidoni said. “I’ve got an iPod Touch. I’ve got a cellphone, obviously. I’ve got a computer.” He also owns about 10 typewriters, which he uses for homework and letter writing at — get this — speeds of up to 90 words a minute. “I love the tactile feedback, the sound, the feel of the keys underneath your fingers,” Mr. Cidoni said.
If these kids were genuinely interested in disconnecting, they would move toward ridding themselves of electronics altogether…not when the mood strikes.
90 wpm? I call bullshit.
Ditto. Keys on typewriters tend to be heavier.
Plus, you can’t backspace to delete errors, you have to xxxxxx over words or use correction fluid.
And you have to manually return the carriage after each line.
Both of which make typing on a manual slower than on a computer keyboard.
The stench of BO, lattes, rust, ink, and shoes; oh this event will be a spectacle. But speaking of heavier keys, I say someone go out to this “Type-In” and use a few of those typewriters as 25 pound skull-crackers.
These people are fucking pointless. The truth is the truth is the truth.
Still hoping to find one actually witty put down of the typerspherians, but it’s a desert here.
Apparently, the theme of this blog is some sort of filter that repels anyone with a hint of writing style or the ability to edit their work.
90 wpm is easy if all you’re typing is
me me me me me me me me me me me me me
Greets… well folks, I’ve seen Mr. Cidoni type and it’s true.
If you practice at something, you get good at it. Have also seen some Youtube of him on drums–he’s got chops.
Probably because he doesn’t waste a lot of time online busting on other people for being sincere or something.
Sure, sometimes hipsters are annoying. At time, nearly everyone can be. But I haven’t really found anything that interesting about the author of this site or his amen chorus.
They sound kind of bitter, almost, er, ironically so, for people so sure of what the answer isn’t.
Well, gotta go practice something or other. Will never be back.
Daddy, can you tell me what “pretentious” means?
Of course son, listen to this: “It’s about permanence, not being able to hit delete,” he explained. “You have to have some conviction in your thoughts. And that’s my whole philosophy of typewriters.”
Oh, I see. Thanks dad.
No problem, son.
Seriously, whatever that fucktard writes NEEDS the delete key. Then the Ibook needs to go in the incinerator. The only typewriters I need are in Resident Evil games.
The only typewriters I need are in Resident Evil games.
No, amirkhanov, don’t you see? It’s about permanance, not being able to use the ink ribbon in resident evil, you have to use conviction in your ammo and blue/red/green herbs and first aid spray. and that’s my whole philosophy of memory cards.
Permanence as in the permanent dent a thirty pound remington will leave in the skull of one of these clowns when they start clacking away while I’m enjoying a cuppa joe?
Use of the phrase cuppa joe says so much more about the sayer than anything else.
Dear Mr. Die Hipster,
Fakelyn ? Funemployed ? You just get funnier everyday !
Faux-kaki
Twisted Hipster (Is that an AMERICAN FLAG PIN_ ON YOUR UNIFORM!!?!)
A google search of “typewriter blogs” yields 1,290,000 results.
And I bet they’re all so unique!
Just like all these identical fucking sheep in every major city in the world.
Yo, paisan, go easy.
Hipsters originally stole this idea from folks who never got into the whole iBaloney/silicon superiority phenomenon in the first place.
Those older people are hard to find now with the overlay of leisure suited (i.e., suited only for leisure) conformists. But don’t reject everyone with a typewriter out of hand.
However blogging on a computer about your typewriting prowess and preferences? That should be a capital crime.
Let me guess.
Someone, somewhere has a warehouse full of typewriters he can’t seem to get rid of. After 20 odd years of searching, he has finally found a group of people stupid enough to actually buy them – at a profit.
(Seriously, I can remember the days of typing CVs on a mechanical typewriter. If you know what kind of Hell it is when you have to restart all over again after every mistake, it’s one invention I won’t miss)
Shit, I sold one in nearly perfect condition for $75 a few years back. Considering that it had been given to me by a guy who wanted to make sure his ex-wife didn’t get it, I made nothing but profit. (Of course, these are selling for less than $175 only because they aren’t being sold by hipsters.)
And as far as the joys of typing CVs on a mechanical typewriter, I was using one for ten years because I couldn’t afford a computer, not because I wanted to pretend to be a Writah. By the early Nineties, I had editors who couldn’t believe I’d go through the whole manual rewrite process over and over, and asked why I didn’t bypass it to get a computer. I told them “If you pay me enough so I can afford to spend the $1000, then I’ll switch.” (I finally switched when I was literally given an old 286 to work with, and that still cost me $150 I didn’t have to get a working floppy disk drive. I don’t miss those days at all.)
I’m just waiting for the day when “Not Having To Turn Every Little Lifestyle Quirk Into An Internet Meme/NYT Style Section Article” becomes the new trend.
NYT STYLE SECTION A-1: “HIPSTERS REFUSING TO BE INTERVIEWED!”
I don ‘t get it. These folks are in their 20′s, 30′s? It just defies all sorts of common sense and logic to be that much of a victim of “fashion” at those ages. When you are about 17 you start thinking sort of like an adult. You know -efficiently, responsible, thoughts of conscience, pertinence. Has that level of thought been left to be taught at public schools? It used to be your mom and mostly your pops gave you that of guidance. Not TV.
You see what is happening folks.
The book Brave New World comments on this. It was written 50 years ago and we are living it now.
The powers that be are responsible for this.
It was written 80 years ago! There’s nothing new under the sun, folks.
Everyone, watch video at ‘fucked in park slope’ blog re: does anyone give a shit about brooklyn?
OK. I got through about half of it, wanted to throw up. Somebody tell me how it ends.
Do you think these jackasses went through this much posturing and anguished thought during a job interview? Or when taking SAT’s?
I can tell you from experience they just show up at job interviews expecting to be given the job. Just because. Duh, “thought”????? Obviously you’ll hire me, because that’s what my mind says!
Whats up, DieHipster friends!
I decided to come to NYC for my spring vacation….I’m having a good time, despite the dreary weather today!
But every time I see one of those aggravating looking hipsters walk down the street, I think in the back of my mind all the things you guys would be saying about them if you saw them…and it makes me smile really big.
Ha! I stopped reading the NYT article in the middle to come to this site and of course DieHipster beat me to it. The most telling thing to me is the fact that they have to do this in public. When in the history of the written word did writers haul their typewriters to parks to type? I guess writing in their Moleskin journals or laptops was too quiet to garner enough attention.
Also, note that real writers actually use electric typewriters, which are much easier to use than manual. I vividly remember the hum and the feeling of the keys beneath my fingers when I learned to type on an IBM Selectric.
You’re onto something there. The loud noise of the keys banging is an attention seeking device.
So’s dragging out a fifteen-pound writing device, with the whole show of adding paper and adjusting the ribbon. There’s absolutely no difference here between typewriter showoffs, the jackoffs dragging out Walkmans and boomboxes in public, and the wankers converting old handheld phones for cellphone operation. “Oooh. You fixed up an Atari 2600 so you could play games via a projector on a warehouse wall, and you’re running your mix tape soundtrack through a vintage 8-track player. Can I suck your dick?”
dick? what dick? Oh that thing? I thought it was for rolling ink onto moveable type.
No worries about the weight of the type writers..The mast brothers will team up with that belt buckle making lumber jack welder and craft some type writer trolley with authentic drift wood wheels…single gear of course.
Ya know..I have a garage and basement full of this crap-including printing blocks. Where in Brooklyn can I seel it for a ridiculously high price?
Brooklyn Flea.
But if that place is anything like I imagine it, you won’t be able to stand the smell for long enough to sell anything.
Couldn’t give a crap about what they type/write with. There are always ‘purists’ in certain endeavors. Typewriters will always occupy a tiny niche.
If they think that a typewriter will improve their writing/creativity, then I guess we should expect even more great literature from Brooklyn!
I mean look at all of the famous artists/writers that came out of Williamsburg, Portland and Austin!
I guess they will write at home and not in a local coffee shop. Imagine the racket a typewriter would make in a coffee shop amongst all of the quiet Imacs.
Next month the Times will have an article about clothing being made with a loom.
I guess the next DH beating will have a typewriter theme?
For me, the sound of laptop keys clicking is pretty annoying.
Does anyone on this blog actually do anything, or do they just hover around bitching about what other people do. They also talk about smacking people with typewriters and typing about violence is usually the first sign of someone who is a complete wuss in person.
I will type about five more replies, then depart forever.
fuck that
This morning I tied my shoes and put on pants and a shirt (in that order). I then poured myself a cup of coffee and drank it. The essence and realness of the scenario required some conviction in my thoughts. The NYT interviewed me about the whole creative process.
You’re such a poseur. Any REAL creative type would include the thirty-pound shit s/he made just seconds before the reporter arrived. If you can’t describe your bowel movement in more than 20,0000 words in terms of size, color, consistency, odor, and resemblance to a member of Kings of Leon, you’ll always be a wannabe.
You found me out – I’m just a wannabe. I have an actual job, but each and every day I aim to be more and more creative and funemployed than the next.
You have a job? If it’s not in media, HOW DARE YOU?
Hah! Your are no match for me! I shit on your bowel movement!
Oh wait – that didn’t come out right – I mean…oh never mind.
Gotta go. Father Wade wants my illuminated texts done by noon tomorrow and I’m out of
Lapis Lazuli.
At least you’re not a deejay trying to use crystal radio sets and gramophone 78s. I give that just a matter of time.
I’m waiting for the rudy Vallee megaphones, and raccoon coats to make a comeback.
Heh. Remember that Mr. Show skit where David Cross had a gramophone and hated CDs?
Pure hipster.
Want a REALLY sustainable, local, technology-free old school writing product? Go to Rite Aid and spend $1.99 on a ballpoint pen and a legal pad.
I can actually understand not always wanting to write on a word processor — when I have to write something for work and I’m having trouble getting started I’ll brainstorm a first draft on paper because it’s less distracting than sitting in front of a computer.
But as usual with hipsters, this isn’t really about writing, it’s about having a fancy toy to show off to people.
Next up: sustainably harvested quill pens from free-range geese
Do NOT give them ideas. I’ve already run into Austin hipsters trying the same thing. (Naturally, they aren’t selling any, because nobody really wants to pay $10 for a goddamn goose quill. It’s the principle of the thing.)
>Next up: sustainably harvested quill pens from free-range geese
As long as it results in the removal of several flocks of geese (a.k.a. “rats with wings”) out of the waterfowl gene pool, I’m all for it…
Better yet, use feathers from some filthy Brooklyn pigeons.
One day you’ll see these morons printing with movable block type.
Don’t get me wrong,” Mr. Cidoni said. “I’ve got an iPod Touch. I’ve got a cellphone, obviously. I’ve got a computer.” —Get you wrong about WHAT?? We ALREADY KNOW your fuckbag parents have spoiled you with a lot of iProducts. I’m sure they wait outside the Apple store with you all night for the next iProduct release.
“Ms. Bervin was sitting in the cafe car of an Amtrak train, where she’d been clacking away on her own typewriter, a German Gossen Tippa from the 1940s, until her cellphone rang.)” —I bet all the other passengers were SOOO THRILLED about your inconsiderate noisy clacking away on your recently discovered typewriter. Then to top it off you don’t even turn off your cell phone, you just let it ring out. Consider yourself lucky I wasn’t sitting in that car with you.
Here’s something else that’s almost certainly coming to Fakelyn soon: Artcranks
http://www.vita.mn/story.php?id=118948299
http://www.artcrankpostershow.com/
Wait until you see this:
http://circusfreaks.org/
It’s no longer enough to want to throw parades every day. Now, it’s a matter of starting your own circus.
Circus FREAKS indeed! Those people are fighting the fact that they have grown into adulthood with every cell in their twig armed clothespin shaped bodies. Are their parents THAT disconnected they don’t notice Josh and Megan are 35 years old, still burn through their allowance at the beginning of every month and have nothing marginally constructive to do other than to go to Circus practice 3x/week?
They are bitching that NYC doesn’t have a circus “scene”, that Dallas is the place to be if you’re a circus freak wannabe. I say they can play with all the circus skills toys they want here–as long as they keep it confined to the Gowanus Art Boat. Jump up and down on that thing long enough and it’ll sink to the bottom of the toxic sludge canal, taking all hands down with it.
Wow. Just wow.
Remember when parents used to threated kids that they’d send them off to join the circus if they didn’t behave?
Now overgrown kids play circus into their 30s and 40s.
What’s next? (I’m actually afraid to ask…)
I’m reminded of my parents’ threats to “sell me to gypsies,” but I guess that’s too politically incorrect these days to spawn any actual Park Slope commercial activity.
I’m not sure if I should be laughing or going on a violent rampage. Probably both.
I can’t take it! I have reached my disgust threshold. I am not looking at this site anymore. Enough! These people are fucking zombies. The plague is too much to bear.
One love you decent folks.
Typewriters, huh? Geez… what WILL these hipsters think of next… hey, how about fake weathered vintage 1920′s hand cranks you can attach to the front of your car?
The last person I know who used a typewriter was Ted Kaczinski aka the Unabomber.
http://www.rotten.com/library/bio/crime/serial-killers/unabomer/
fuck. the beat writers must be rolling in their graves in this insulting poseur display.
“It’s about permanence, not being able to hit delete,” he explained. “You have to have some conviction in your thoughts. And that’s my whole philosophy of typewriters.”
Yes, because no single fiction writer who has ever used a typewriter has ever thrown away a page he didn’t like. Bukowski, Ginsberg, Burroughs, Lamantia, Hunke, none of them ever had to edit or get rid of anything. everything they wrote on a typewriter was published because there was no ‘delete’ button. They were successful because of their ‘conviction’ from that lack of delete button, not working hard to develop their styles and fine tune their work. I guess none of them had to get a job either, their parents paid their rent obviously.
That’s why yupster “art, music and writing” sucks. It’s more about the esthetic ritual of it all for them not the dedicated, passionate, hard working process required to be great. They rely on trendy promotion without soul or substance. They work off of pretentious implications driven by narcissism. Half-assed and unlearned, these spoiled phonies look for quick fixes to be considered cool and creative and “unique”. They need people to look at them at all times as someone quirky and zany and ultra-liberal (even though they are a bunch of racist, elitist bores. They will never reach the prolificacy that has been produced by so many passionate, hard lived, hard working, dedicated artists through the years. These fakes are insincere, vapid, flaky who “create” to be cool, not because they have to.
What I always found funny during my writing days was that the more these characters emphasize the writing implement (fountain pen, Moleskine notebook, ever-newer laptops and writing software) or the experience (attending open mike nights, blowing a month’s pay on writing workshops), the less likely s/he was to get anything published. There’s always one excuse or another as to why they can’t submit anything, and not because they’d shake to pieces if they received a rejection. Oh, anything but the truth. “One of these days, I’ll submit something, but I just can’t get in the mood. Two electrons on the other side of the galaxy are going the wrong way, so I’m just going to watch TV until things are absolutely perfect.”
There’s a little coffee shop in town. Been there for 14 years. It’s tiny – only about four tables.
A few weeks ago I got my coffee to go because some ski-capped assclownand his
cankled partner were trying to impress the great uwashed.
He had a piece of plywood about 3 x 5 fucking feet with a piece of paper on it. She had her laptop, cellphone, i-pod and whatever else a fucking douchbag needs to feel important.
He sat there -furrowed brow -furiously sketching what appeared to be a building.
She amnically typed away , creating the next great novel -occasionally leaning back, arms crossed.
They took up two tables one table held all their bags, art supplies, etc. People couldn’t move around because of the extension cords. Customers left. The clueless counter guy didn’t do a thing.
When the owner showed up he almost tripped over these two asswipes, yelled a string of expleteives and threw them out.
Then my alarm clock went off.
This post makes me wish that the ghosts of Charles Bukowski and Hunter S. Thompson would go on a killing spree.
How could one get their hands on hipster writing? Are there any novels which are considered cool by these morons? I’m asking because I think it would be hilarious to gather some short-stories or other texts by these morons, and then pick them apart for entertainment purposes. MST3K of literature, if you will.
check out miranda july. she somehow manages to keep the reader very much aware of presence as she disrespects and looks down on her own character.
Here’s another hipster hero: Ayn Rand. The face of “welfare is bad,evil, wrong…until I need it, then it’s OK” philosophy.
It’s always ALWAYS a thick eyeglass pencil shaped iPad murse Josh or thick eyeglass unwashed greasy haired megan reading The Fountainhead on the subway. Che Guevara graphic t-shirt optional.
http://instaputz.blogspot.com/search?q=welfare+Ayn+Rand
Ahhhh…MST3K. Lord do I miss that show.
have te hipsters caught on to it yet? Wait they must have – I have to listen to their nasally cutting humor every time I go to a movie.
I think the vapid typewritter girl is hot…Until I get annoyed.
these people are extremely vapid, boring & dumb.
ps. it isn’t about the typewriter. it’s about having something to say. these fucks don’t. FULL STOP
ugh… I actually wanted a typewriter and that conviction of my own idea was my idea…. Now I dont wanna do it anymore.
Wow, its like Hitler using the Buddha symbol for his swastika. Just can’t use it anymore
When I write poems and short stories I always use a computer, type writers are way to difficult to use and writing by hand doesn’t work either. Honestly i can’t even read my own hand writing. but that’s besides the point. the point is… WHAT THE HELL ARE THESE HIPSTER RETARDS TRYING TO ACCOMPLISH? I honestly don’t get, it’s not any one is going to ever publish there work anyways. At least I keep my writing to myself and don’t pretend I’m important.
Dear everyone who just finished calling everyone else inferior for trying to express themselves.
Do kindly take one line to sum up your own careers thus far, including any books, exhibitions, etc.
cheers and ta ta.
Listen up, fucko: Don’t front. We live in this city, and we know that 99.9999% of these red bearded tryhards and lumberjack on estrogen urban tourguides have never and will never publish a book or make an exhibition in their fucking lives.
They’re on a parentally funded vacation in Williamsburg: An Arts Community For The Young. It’s about doing blow and posing with your Apple laptop in cofee shops, getting clever tattoos and being a smug little gaywad.
OK Folks:
Work as a Design Engineer (10 years, Lockheed, 6 years, Boeing). Projects included Mars Observer and Cassini spacecraft, 767, 777 commercial jetliners, v-22 Osprey, RAH Comanche helicopters and first Direct TV satellite and Space Station.
Finishing up my Engineering Degree at Drexel University (I held a 3.97 GPA at Widener University).
I am 8 years from paying off my house, my wife is a stay-at-home mom. We’ve been marroed 15 years.
I have an eight year old boy who 75% deaf, yet has been swimming competitively since the age 5, plays piano and is off the charts with regard to math and science.
I work 11 hour days (with four on Saturday. I do the cooking and the grocery shopping as well as most of the yardwork.
I don’t go out trolling for vintage typewriters or carry a vintage lunchbox to school or eat 25 dollar chocolate bars.
I don’t have time to be ironic or dress like a fucking a homless person. I don’t play kickball or participate in the “sports” of the attention starved man-children skewered on this site.
I go to the gym every morning at 5AM, start work BY 6:45 and take a 20 minute lunch.
Every night I come home kiss my wife and help my son with his homework.
One of my favorite things to do every night
is posting to this site. My writing cannot begin to compare to that of the other who post to this site. Their intelligence, honesty, humor and
sarcasm and language keeps me laughing
In closing – who the fuck ever said that an accomplishment is valid only when it’s in the arts? Are you seriously implying that putting a man on the moon is equivalent to making breast milk cheese or making a paiiting by shooting paint out of your ass?
Sorry I went over the one line limit. If I could have kept it to one line I’d be eating hummus, spending my days at Brooklyn flea and getting drunk enough to get it up for the FLabulous, cankled, tattoed trust fund skank at the end of the bar.
Well, let’s see?
I had the choice about 10 years ago, Art or Technology. I chose Technology.
I am now an IT guy. I work with Linux, Oracle, Perl, C++, Java, Oracle and a whole bunch of other cool stuff which would be over your head.
I also get paid a shitload of cash and I can even afford to live in Billyburg. Problem is, I wouldn’t live there even if it was for free.
Despite the recession, in my field I see nothing but growth, at least for people who don’t mind a lot of number crunching and never having a “look at meeeeee” moment.
Oh yes, I am 48 years old, and have a 26 year old girlfriend. Not like you’d understand, being a sexually confused Chinese bunny fucker.
Also, I do like art too. Except my idea of art is going to the Metropolitan Museum at the weekend and sketching from an old masterpiece. Yes, it’s a nice little hobby and it impresses girls no end.
Now, let’s hear your career history.
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